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There are so many things that I could say right now...I just want to burst out typing and typing and typing, but I'll keep the poor servers that carry this website from having a meltdown.

Suffice to say, I'm very happy to see a resurgence in people willing to share their coming out stories. The energy and the excitement and the very celebration of such a milestone in a gay man's life kind of fell by the wayside for a while after everything started to become more visible and even accepted.

I'm so glad to know that people are sharing their coming out stories again. I think that's something that we need -- need to kind of freshen up the gay community as a whole and to bring us back together; not as separatists, but sharing a common identity that somehow has kind of recessed into a couple of weeks in the Month of June, and then on with our lives once again.

Thank you for taking the time to read it and glad you shared your story too. It's a great clip right!? I wonder if in the original Broadway play they were able to illustrate that sermon similar to how it was on film with feathers everywhere. Great image.

That's amazing about your mom. Of all the things she could be upset over ("Not one of my children!" "Get out of this house!" "You just haven't met the right girl!") it's that you didn't tell her sooner.

I can't imagine what it would have been like to be outed in junior high school in the mid 70s in Iowa. Well...actually I did imagine, which was why I stayed closeted till I was in college and surrounded by people I chose. Fortunately my parents were both classical musicians and knew their share of gay people in their lives so they didn't expect me to suddenly be someone I wasn't before. My mom asked me how long I had known (I was 19 when I came out to her) and I told her, "since I was around 13." Her answer: "I'm so sorry you thought you had to hide it for so long." To this day it's the only thing that still bothers her about the whole thing.